I think about dying but I don't want to die. not even close. in fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. there's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in the metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.
